In the woods on the banks of the Yanshui River.

The dragon crossing the river, covered with scars, was kneeling on the ground.

Cheng Mo and the other two faced each other with solemn expressions.

The proud-looking young man in gold-threaded brocade clothes sneered to himself, and he was followed by six or seven young monks, all of whom looked unkind.

This young man in golden clothes and the young monks around him are all monks in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.

Mo Hua crouched invisibly on the tree. After thinking for a moment, he still didn't reveal himself rashly.

Cheng Mo was sneak attacked by the young man in gold. Although he blocked the sword light, his blood was still surging and he couldn't help but said angrily:

"Who are you?"

The young man in gold said contemptuously: "You don't deserve to know."

Situ Jian's eyes narrowed and he said in a deep voice: "It's Duanjinmen. That sword energy just now is Duanjinmen's Duanjin Sword Control Technique."

Situ Jian practiced swordsmanship and knew a lot about all the more prominent swordsmanship sects in Qianxue Prefecture.

Although he has never learned many distinctive sword techniques, he still knows a thing or two about them.

Mo Hua, who was hiding in the tree, was stunned.

Break the Golden Gate?

No wonder...

He felt why this sword energy was so familiar. It turned out that he had obtained it from Boss Jiang, the sword technique of the Jinmen Sect - the Broken Gold Sword Control Technique.

He even practiced it himself...

It's just that he is not a sword cultivator. The Broken Gold Sword Qi he temporarily repaired was too weak, just like a "fake". It was completely different from the sharp sword Qi in the hands of the golden-clothed monk just now. I didn't think of it for a moment. …

"Broken Golden Gate..."

Mo Hua's gaze glanced over the group of young men in golden clothes, his expression looking thoughtful.

The young man in gold clothes had his identity revealed, and his expression became more and more arrogant.

"Oh? You recognize my Broken Golden Sword Qi from Broken Golden Gate, so you have some knowledge."

Yang Qianjun snorted coldly and looked sharply:

"So what if we broke the Golden Gate? What we did was to offer a reward from the Dao Tingsi, and we were following the order of the sect. Do you still want to rob it by force?"

The young man in gold sneered, "You are offering a reward, but we are not?"

He flicked his sleeves, pointed at Duan Jianglong and said:

"We have been keeping an eye on this evil beast for several days. We had already cornered him and were waiting to close the net. We never thought that you little bastards would step in and capture and rob him first. Do you think our credit is due to the fact that you little brats don’t know how to measure things?”

Seeing them confusing right and wrong, Cheng Mo cursed:

"You fart! You are staring at a fart! I obviously want to take the credit and give you face... No, I want to put gold on your ass that looks like a 'face'!"

The young man in golden clothes blushed and looked embarrassed.

He was born in a humble family and was also a leader in the sect. When he had been humiliated like this, his eyes could not help but look cold and stern.

"You little bastard, you're looking for death!"

Cheng Mo was still not afraid, Yang Qianjun held a spear in his hand, and Situ Jian also said proudly:

"You are a child of an aristocratic family, and so are we. You have a sect, and so do we! What? Do you still want to kill us in this wilderness?"

The golden-robed young man's expression froze and his face trembled.

He really didn't dare...

If it were an ordinary casual cultivator, he would kill him if he wanted to. Even if the Tao Ting Si came to the door, he would just push the loser out to take the blame.

There are many ways to escape guilt.

But if the person who killed was a monk from an aristocratic family or a disciple of the sect, then the matter would not be so easy to resolve.

Beside the young master in golden clothes, a young monk flattered him and said:

"Master Jin, killing them would be dirty, so we will break a few of their ribs and humiliate them..."

"Even if they go back and file a complaint, they will only lose face."

There was also someone nearby who echoed with a strange tone:

"Yes, let these fledgling boys know that you have to be smart when you go out to hang out, and you can't offend people you shouldn't offend..."

The young man in gold, who was called "Master Jin", nodded and said condescendingly:

"Well, I am not a narrow-minded person..."

He glanced indifferently at the Crossing River Dragon who was kneeling on the ground, and snorted coldly, "Keep our 'prey' here, and then apologize to me, and then I can forget about it and let you leave, otherwise..."

Mr. Jin's smile was a little distorted, and there was a light golden sharp sword energy floating on his body. "Don't blame me for being rude and discipline you for your sect..."

Cheng Mo couldn't see how arrogant he was, and was about to scold him again, when Taixu Ling was suddenly shocked. He took it out and saw a word on it:

"Walk."

This is made by Mo Hua.

Situ Jian and others also received it.

They looked at each other, exchanged opinions with their eyes, and nodded slightly.

Mr. Jin also saw their tokens and frowned, "Are you disciples of Taixu Sect?"

When Cheng Mo and the others go out on missions, they usually wear ordinary clothes and do not wear Taixu Sect's Taoist robes.

Although Mr. Jin guessed that they were disciples of a sect, he did not know which sect they were disciples from at first.

Cheng Mo held his head high, "Yes, you know you're afraid."

Mr. Jin sneered, "It's just Taixu Gate, not one of the four major sects. Do you think you'll be afraid if we break the Golden Gate?"

"Besides..."

Mr. Jin smiled meaningfully and said, "Your Taixu Sect has loose rules, your disciples don't strive for advancement, and your swordsmanship is not as good as yours every year. You are no longer worthy of being ranked among the Eight Gates."

"If this continues, sooner or later, I will replace the Golden Gate..."

Cheng Mo scolded: "You golden straw bag, you are so wishful thinking, dreaming about your mother's spring and autumn dreams!"

A stern look gradually appeared in Mr. Jin's eyes.

Situ Jian immediately held Cheng Mo down and whispered:

"Don't cause any trouble, let's go first."

Cheng Mo reluctantly shut his mouth.

There were many people on the opposite side, and their cultivation levels were very high. They were obviously disciples of Duanjinmen who were one year above them. It was indeed unwise to have a head-on conflict at such a disadvantage.

Cheng Mo kicked the River Crossing Dragon on the ground again, and then the four of them gathered together, clenched the spiritual weapons in their hands, and slowly retreated out of the forest, keeping an eye on Young Master Jin and his party.

Seeing that they were about to go far away, a disciple of Jin Gongzi beside him asked:

"Sir, would you like to..."

Mr. Jin looked indifferent, "Those from the Taixu Sect can't be moved casually. It's really making a big fuss. Even if you break the Golden Sect, you can't protect us. Unlike those small sects..."

The man cupped his hands and said, "Yes."

Afterwards, Mr. Jin and his party just stood there with disdain, watching Cheng Mo and the others leave.

Cheng Mo and the others walked out of the woods and got further away, all looking a little angry.

"The bastard who broke the Golden Gate!"

"How shameless!"

"They took advantage of the overwhelming numbers of people we worked so hard to arrest and snatched them directly."

"Six hundred points of merit!"

Cheng Mo felt a pain in his body.

Situ Jian and the others also sighed.

The meritorious service that was finally obtained after so much effort was just gone.

Yang Qianjun was a little doubtful, "Didn't we accept this mission? How did the people at Jinmen Duan know about it?"

"They didn't accept the mission and wanted to arrest the person directly and send them to Daotingsi in exchange for a reward?"

"Or did you just happen to be passing by, and you suddenly got an idea and saw that we were easy to bully, so you just started to grab it?"

Cheng Mo and others all shook their heads, looking confused.

Situ Jian was suddenly startled: "Where is the ink painting?"

He looked around, thinking that Mo Hua was hiding around him so they couldn't see him, so he shouted softly:

"Little senior brother~"
To be continued...